I am a stranger here. I always was.
I have troubled the earth with my footsteps
And found no place to be comforted. As a child
I said to Heaven, Is this my home?”
And He did not answer. I found no peace,
No warm roof, no laughing fire, no warm hands,
No language I ever learned to speak. I can
Only make mute gestures, and in the mist
Which surrounds me I can only grope,
Crying, “Are You there?”
I am answered always in a foreign tongue
Which eludes me. In Your heart O God,
Shall I find my place? You have not answered yet.
But then, You are known to only speak in centuries.
Remember God, I live only in days,
And with days You have cursed man. With the hours
You have counted his bones, as the Egyptians,
In thier games, threw down thier painted sticks.
Are we Your merriment Father? Or Your affliction?

You answered on Calvary.

Taylor Caldwell 1900 -1985
Originally posted September 7, 2003 11:50 AM